Sorry for being a whiny bun, but is it bugging anyone else that searching for inflation on most websites these days yields anything and everything that results in even a slightly distended belly? I mean, last I checked, there was still a difference between being pumped full of air and eating someone, or having a full, tight belly versus being overweight. Sometimes the cause of that big belly is the interesting part, not just the fact that the belly is big.
Though I suppose all the genuine inflation material is shifting toward full body stuff these days, leaving those of us who just enjoy nicely ballooned bellies to sift through the pile of all that may in any way shape or form involve a larger-than-normal abdomen ;_;
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Anonymous asked:
Are you still taking requests?
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Yes, In a manner of speaking.
Every so often I find I am in need of idea pools to pull from, and seeing as how a lot of my old haunts are gone, I figure I may as well make use of this place. Mind you, placing a request guarantees nothing; if I like an idea, have the time, and am in the mood, I’ll work on one.
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drneroli-deactivated20180209 asked:
This is a bit cheeky of me but is there any chance you could post a download link for the Renapop animation?
Also, for those who’re interested, here’s a download for the .swf file. The key differences are that it plays at the 60fps that it was animated, and has no camera editing.
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badgengar asked:
Do you have any more hidden animations like that up? Or some place else you post them? Cause that was both well animated and the sound effects where amazing and would love to see more.
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Thanks very much, and you can rest assured knowing that you’re not missing anything. Animating is a damn long process, or at least the way I do it is, so generally if I’ve put forth the effort to actually finish it, it’ll get posted somewhere for all to see.
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the-sl1 asked:
Not sure how to reply to your post, so using the ask thing. Would be awesome to see more bursting/ready to burst Krystal or Renamon?
*beeeep*
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kurama-san asked:
Do you ever have a time where you just have a character so bloated up with muscle he's just a ball of it with giant junk, all while his head is squeezed by it?
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That might be too extreme for me, I do draw hyper things but I still like the victims to have some human-ish proportions to them still so you can tell what’s going on.
Heheheh…
Pump designing ‘n stuff
I put this out on Twitter, but I wanna put it here as well, with a more detailed thought.
Back when I first started drawing inflation stuff, one of the things I enjoyed about as much as the person being inflated was designing the device that was doing the inflating. To this day I still find it to be rather fun designing little contraptions to transport air into the bellies of the willing and unwilling alike. This made me curious to know if there are any others out there who are as interested as I in such a thing.
I’m not just talking about in drawings either, I mean in the real world just as much as the fictional. One thing that’s always bothered me about most rl belly inflation videos that I’ve seen is that they’re all rather bland in their selection of tools. I know full well that they’re just playing it safe with their choice of pumps, but it doesn’t make for very interesting content. How many videos are there of people using actual helium tanks, or an electric pump with a little giddyup, or even just going to town with their bike pump?
I suppose I may as well announce here and now that, in the future, I do intend to start producing such content myself. I’m curious as to everyone’s ideas on what they’d like to see, if they’d want to see it happen at all, and how far I should take it. A Patreon of some variety, perhaps? We’ll see; gotta get my figure a bit more camera-ready first. Also, before anyone tries to lecture me about it, it should be no secret anymore that I’ve been doing it on and off for about 15 years, with a wide variety of tools and toys, so I do have a pretty good idea of what I’m talking about.
So, what d’y’all think?
Sometimes I can’t help but to giggle at myself, because I’ll be browsing a websites’ popular art section, and every so often I’ll see something that I know I could do a better job of that everyone is losing their shit over, and I just sit and sulk for twenty minutes over the fact that I can’t pull out my tablet and show them how it’s done.
Someday, bitches. Someday I’ll have the power back again, and I’m gonna wreck shit once I do. Or not, just out of spite. We’ll see how I feel those particular five minutes.
Like any other city, Icarus is filled with its share of erotic entertainment venues, and for the fetish types, “Popshows” are a constant draw. Patrons can sit by and watch performers swell and even explode for their viewing pleasure. Of course it’s all fake, with the quality of the props being dependant entirely on how much the owners are willing to spend on simple fronts for their real businesses, usually whoring out the employees.
However, look deep enough and you will eventually find the exceptions. These locations are well hidden, guarded, and more often than not require a handsome fee to gain entry, with the exception of one. Free of any sort of monetary fees, upon entry, whether as a patron or employee, entrants are given a number. All patrons then remove their clothes and are invited at their leisure to join in on the various sexual festivities throughout the establishment.
As evening draws to night, the real show begins. Guards lock down the building, and two numbers are drawn at random, one to put on the show, and the other to be sacrificed in the name of entertainment. Some freeze in shock, others try to run or hide, rarely do they go willingly, but ultimately all are brought to the stage to take their place.
A wide array of toys and tools are provided, giving the duo plenty of ways to put on the best show they can muster, and of course home built contraptions are always welcome. In return for putting on a great show, the presenter is granted free entry for up to a month, and a portion of the nights gains- a deal well worth the risk for those that frequent the establishment.
Tonight, an older, chubby gent was chosen, showcasing an invention of his own on an unfortunate employee. The show began humbly enough, the lithe former erotic dancer being forced to swallow some small, round contraption, then told to perform as usual. The audience stared eagerly as he demonstrated his skills, a bit clumsier than usual, though he was understandably distracted. He bowed and spun, waving his luscious tail at the audience, his body shaking in uncertain anticipation. The other patrons sat mesmerized, enjoying the feline’s final show, as his belly grew thicker before their eyes.
Moving to demonstrate his flexibility, he finally learned just how swollen he had become, tumbling to the ground and landing flat on his back. The pudgy presenter helped him up and motioned for him to continue with a grin, patting him on his bulged gut and assuring him that it would be worse if he didn’t.
Gritting his teeth the feline begrudgingly continued, performing moves requiring far less dexterity than usual for the drooling crowd. Despite the increasing pressure in his stomach, he was beginning to enjoy having everyone’s hungry eyes on him, and for the moment he had forgotten what awaited him in the near future. Another clumsy misstep on behalf of his engorged torso sent him tumbling to the ground again, this time landing him on all fours, or more accurately, all five.
His back painfully arched, he could feel his belly brushing the ground. He shook his head in confusion, wondering how he could have missed his stomach growing to such an impossible size. Whatever had been fed into him had been blocking the feeling up until this point, and his desire to show off had kept his mind occupied, but now the show was coming to and end.
Massive, round belly quaking, shaking his entire body, he gagged and wretched trying to relieve any of the pressure, to no avail; he was thoroughly plugged. A heavy foot pushed down on his back, pressing his belly hard into the ground, forcing the pressure to painfully shift through his body. His legs spread against his will, the joints in his hip aching from the strain. At the other end, his sternum loudly cracked, the increased pressure under his ribs pressing against his lungs leaving him gasping for air.
He stared out through tear filled eyes at the crowd as they sucked and stroked in their orgy, enamored by the display before them. A small part of him was pleased at least that all this attention was for him, the cracking and popping coming from inside of him sounding as sweet as an applause as his curtain closed.
In the aftermath of that night, the pudgy old gent was granted a liftetime pass, in part because of a unanimous agreement that nobody wanted to see him naked again, and because the integration of his inventions tripled the average nightly draw thereafter.
